This is a song about "Jacob de"

Make some move, ambition i’m on a level

I fight in a pool sweat just like jacob and his angel

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Concha de tu madre bitch don't touch my fuckin mota

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

That i couldn't leave even semi-free on cinco de mile*

So i'm hurting. me effort is apparent she not fertile

I'll terrorize the cul-de-sac, rappers, i ain't holding back,

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

A " d boy ", the town i'm representin is de-troit

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

Fif-tee /nine times till ya de-ceased/ im sick son new form of disease/